Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 523 Nathaniel fell silent, his expression darkening. What was his sister plotting now? Giselle Harvey, unbothered by his rudeness, just smiled and swung the brand-new handheld gconsole in her hand. She turned her attention to Adrian, who was perched on the sofa, and her voice softened.

"Adrian, it's been a while, hasn't it?" She crouched down to his eye level, her tone gentle and coaxing. "Don't you miss Giselle? Look, I brought the newest gconsole just for you. While Ms. Pembroke is busy sorting things out, how about I keep you company?" As she spoke, she ccloser and brushed her hand tenderly against Adrian's small cheek. "Don't be scared, sweetheart. I know you didn't push Julian down the stairs. I'll always believe you." *** Kingsford Medical Center.

The summer sun was sinking, but the evening sky was still bright when a car ctearing down the road and screeched to a halt near the hospital entrance.

Leonard jumped out and yanked open the back door.

Before he could reach in, Mila had already stepped out from the other side, ignoring him completely as she strode toward the hospital with determined steps.

The Montgomery family wasted no time.

She and Forrest had barely gotten off the plane before a Montgomery car was waiting for them at the airport. There was no tfor arguments; the children's safety was all that mattered now. Along the way, she'd gotten a rough grasp of the situation.

So she'd cstraight to the hospital-headed directly for the rooftop ward.

She'd tried to prepare herself, but nothing could blunt the shock when she opened the door and saw the fragile child lying in the hospital bed, swaddled in bandages, his skin mottled with cuts and bruises. Mila's eyes stung instantly.

Because of Sophia, it had been a year since she last saw Julian.

The last tthey parted, she'd finally managed to put a little weight on him; now, every trace of softness was gone. His little face was pale and gray, the healthy flush replaced by a waxy shadow.

He didn't look healthy at all.

She couldn't begin to imagine what he'd suffered in that time-or how any mother could fail her child so completely. Even if she didn't love him, didn't she at least have a shred of responsibility? "Sophia!" Mila snapped, her voice tight with anger as she glared at the woman by the bed.

Sophia didn't bother to look up. Smoking wasn't allowed, so she just held an unlit cigarette to her nose, inhaling the scent, her tone slow and dismissive. "Why are you glaring at me? If my son's lying here in this condition, it's thanks to your precious boy. Instead of staring daggers at me, maybe you should think about how to givean explanation." Mila drew a shaky breath. Not wanting to disturb Julian's rest, she tugged the doctor outside to get a clear update on his condition.

The doctor adjusted his glasses. "The external injuries aren't too serious-just minor fractures in the left lower leg and arm. He's young, so he should heal quickly. The main concern is the head injury. He hit his head in the fall, and there's sinternal bleeding putting pressure on his brain, which is why he's still unconscious." "How do we treat the bleeding? Will he need surgery?" Mila's heart clenched at the mention of a head wound. "We'll try a conservative approach first," the doctor replied. "It's a small bleed, and with a child this young, we avoid surgery if possible. We'll manage it with medication. If he doesn't wake up after a while, then we'll consider an operation. His guardian agrees with this plan." Sophia's decision? Mila frowned, not entirely convinced. She pressed the doctor further, making sure that medication was truly the best course, and only then did her doubts subside. But the doctor's next words made her frown again.

P.n "Honestly, the fall wasn't from that high up. If the boy were a bit sturdier, he probably wouldn't even have broken a bone. But he's so underweight. Once he's awake, he'll need plenty of nourishing food to build his strength. At his age, he should be growing-parents ought to make sure he's eating properly, even if he's a picky eater..." The doctor assumed Julian was just a fussy child-after all, the families coming and going from this ward were all wealthy, and nothing but the best treatment and medicine were provided.

Surely, they could afford to feed their own child.

In the doctor's mind, it was most likely a case of an overindulged kid refusing to eat, not something more sinister.

But Mila couldn't shake a different feeling. Underweight? Picky eater? Impossible.

Julian had always been her easiest child, never fussed over his meals-at least, not after the early days, when hed only eat what she hand-fed him. But once he warmed up to Miranda, he ate whatever she gave him, too. How could he possibly be a picky eater? And how had he gotten this thin?

A terrible suspicion began to take root. Mila's chest tightened as she stood in silence for a moment, then suddenly matched back into the hospital room. Leonard looked up, startled, as Mila strode over and seized Sophia by the arm, dragging her out of the room. Leonard hesitated, about to follow, but Mila shot him a fierce look over her shoulder. "Stay out of this. This is betweenand her." Sophia had recovered her composure by then. She might have been able to break free, but she didn't bother; instead, she arched a brow in mild amusement and called lazily over her shoulder to Leonard.

"That's right. This is our business. Don't follow."

With no choice, Leonard stopped, watching helplessly as the two women stumbled down the hallway and disappeared into the stairwell.

q.m The heavy door slammed shut behind them.